It’s a competitive World,

And no one there to Stop It,Like Humpty Dumpty,We sat on a Wall,And took a big Fall,All the good People,And all decent Men,Could not put America,Together again!

This Autumn feelingNever, leads to Spring againThere is no rebirthIn the loveless heart.To have and hold,In Love, we’re toldBut nothing is Forever,Winter’s coldAnd lost love reachesDeepest painNever to see Life,The same way againCarefree and loving and so gay,Never to share real happiness,Those special moments,They’re the bestSurrounded by tender caress.We stumble, fall and thenGet up,But when…

That no one will ever know,Covered with eternal snow,Placed upon the, Mountains high,Where eventually they’ll die.But the ‘Mal d’Amour’, my love,Lack of love, were talking of,That’s the saddest of them allFor a poet, above all,Needs to share,His love, his soul.

The endless givingTo one another,As feelings travelFrom hand to hand,Hearts are a beaming,Life’s meaning foundThen two togetherHear Heaven’s sounds,Then lovers wonderHow could they everHave lived apart.

Have a very hard time,Everything marks themDeeply,Everything’s feltBoisterously,In laughs or in cry,From the infinitesimalTo the sublimeFrom the heartTo the mind,Nothing is leftBehind.One might sayIts a devouring pleasure,Still waiting,For true love,With no regretsJust the treasuresThat only,An open mindCan find.

The Spider that wove the web,Where we all finally met,But are not,That well,Internetted,YET!